I am so fucking sick. I don't know what's up with my stomach lately. I mean, I expected some pain after the holidays, but I swear to god I'm becoming so fucking delicate in my old age. WTF. Plus my head hurts and I'm achey --

So actually, I'm pretty sure I have the flu or something.

Oh well. I have Kasabian tickets for March 20. If anyone wants to go, I got an extra!

Weird, right? I already had one of the chapters named after a sample of a movie from a song off the last Kasabian album (West Ryder Silver Bullet: "Then I went down to the basement where my friend the maniac busies himself with the electronic grafitti. Finally his language touches me because he talks to that part of the switch which insists on drawing profiles on prison walls."). And I mean, they're a kinda dumb-pseudosmart-swaggery Mal band anyhow.

That just boggled my mind when I finally downloaded the new album the other day. I'm going NO WONDER THEO LIKES HIS MUSIC even if it sucks.